She settles behind him, carefully cleaning the wound on his back. "I know, but you're their captain, and from what I've heard you haven't been acting like yourself." Her free hand brushes through his hair and over the nape of his neck, absently touching him while she tends to his injury.

"Having a good healer with you is a very worthy asset," Aerith says quietly, smiling to herself as she mulls over what this really means for the two of them.

"Are you tired?" Her hand detangles itself from his hair before she bandages his back and rests a hand on it, calling on her magic to help knit the wound closed faster. "You know, I'm going to use all your fancy soap once you're asleep don't you?" Aerith leans in, peering over her shoulder at his face in profile, her lips brushing against his shoulder as she does.